GUNPLAY, KENDRICK LAMAR, MEEK MILL, RICK ROSS, STALLEY, WALE - Power Circle lyrics

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[Intro]What is this? {Maybach Music}I like this Maybach Music! {*laughter*}[Rick Ross]If Michael Jackson came alive right nowHe'd ask you to smoke one for himSo in his honor{*flicks lighter, inhales*}You niggaz Spud Webb, comin up shortThink you're Dee Brown, jump if you wantI put it on my momma and her very last nerveRicky made off everything I deservedThe square root of a kilo is me nigga... ughThe square root of a kilo is me niggaDo the math, I'm a motherfuckin G nigga{M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} {*3X*}[Gunplay]It's all on me now, as you can see nowI'm gon' get this money and I will not be deniedBeen shittin on you fucks a long time, time to pee nowWhen you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see nowI'm at the round table, where yo' seat at?Where yo' plate? where yo' lobster? where yo' sea bass?We ain't never left, actin like we backYou should see us now takin pictures, actin like we rapThis the circle that'll merk you, black out, short circuitSomebody show them square ass niggaz the first exitThis here reserved for soldiers most definitelySo watch what you say and where you step mo' carefullyIf I fall in the field, and ain't no more air for mePo' some on the ground and put one in the air for meTell my enemies "fuck 'em" they know already but fuck 'emTell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle {*HA HA HA*}You don't know na'an nigga, nope, uh uhThis famous that'll still throw copperCross so heavy crack the tabernacle, fire the ganja back upThrow some blow in my tobacco, then crank the 'llac upOne match left, this the last turnSanteria candles in my sanctuary burnI'ma earn 'til the last court adjourned'Til the last gavel drop, we gon' have it locked{M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}We gon' have it locked (have it locked){M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}We gon' have it locked[Stalley]I'm part of the small percentage of niggaz who make it out the ghettoBut niggaz tried to pull me back cause misery loves companyIt's funny how they come for me when they see me livin comfortablyBut when I was broke and sleepin on floors they ain't want nuttin from meMy future's so bright, but my past so uglyAnd I just try to correct it all, but it all still haunts meTried to section off the past but it still haunts meSo I accept what got me here, reflectin in this rockin chairAll this space created all that hard work it got me hereSo what I look like? Tellin a nigga that I shouldn't be herePower to the people so the people shouldn't live in fearAnd I'll be that raisin voice that tell the people, treat us fairWarring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us thereOut in the open all alone I felt the coldest airSecluded in my thoughts of fear, no one to talk to, no one thereNot even a voice, not even an ear; no one alive, no one to careNow I got a Power Circle and now I'm on a power tripAnd they callin me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward shit?Stone me, throw me a pile of shit, but you won't pull me out of itIt's funny how it comes full circle, now they wanna be a part of the Power Circle{M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}They wanna be a part of the Power Circle{M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}[Chorus 2X: Wale]May the wind be at your backMay the bad be in yo' pastMay the kids take all your goodand your wife have classAnd you realize your goalsand what's life, without grind?Those niggaz, yo' niggaz?Hope them niggaz, real as mine[Wale]There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made itOnce you successful they relentlessly givin you hatredThere's no applause for ya, and success is hard for yaThere's enemies envy but green my niggaz lawnmowerAnd I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom FordAnd I ain't thuggin, they clappin at me, a encoreGot a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazyI give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safetyShit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaininAnd my inner sanctum need real estate I'm out my cabezaJealousy's for the weak, ye ain't happy I made it?I be feeling like brother Malcolm, just added a NationAllah got us cause if we holla they'll all snub usI seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggaz grandmothersSo shut the fuck up and listen fuck all them stuck up musiciansMy circle's small but regardless my circumference officialMy clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmageThey gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit usI'm so allusive, saw my niggaz be goin through itI guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant makes soul musicCash rule the world, at least it do with girlsAt least it do with churches, see the truth and true it hurtsIf they real, then they real, my niggaz deserve itAnd we don't deal with weak squares in this Power Circle{M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}We don't deal with weak squares in this Power Circle[Meek Mill]Yeah, Meek Milly, this Maybach Uhh~! I'm like welcome to the Power CircleI came a long way, I started with a powdered circleClique full of real niggaz that'll probably merk youCause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbalLotta talking, lotta tweetin, 'til you hear that chopper speakinKill my dog I kill your dog, we tied even I believe itIf you see it then you got it, nigga never give upCause if you grindin you gon' be rich before you can look upMy cousin Knock told me never teach niggaz to cook upCause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hook-upAnd still make the profit, the streets say I'm the hottestand a nigga still modest, I'm just bein honest